JACKIN' FOR BEATS

Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up (Whassup nigga?) Get over there... shit (Ya lil punk ass nigga) C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damn it you stop that shit now (Take him to jail and get him the hell From in front of this house) Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man (Whassup?) Wait a minute? (There are police, go!) Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J.D And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya Feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark (Ya lil nuttin' ass mark) Raise up, 'cause you cant' have it back You said - “I ain't never got gaffled like that” Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - “Whattup loc?” Nuttin' but a come up Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up 'Cause you'll get banked somethin' sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats Huh, and even if you're down with my crew “Yo Chuck man, I don't understand this man You got to slow down” I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin' Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now - “let's get up in the hump” But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin' at night Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin' And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck Because I don't try to hide 'Cause you know that I love to jack a fool for his beat And then I'm Audi So when I come to your town don't crowd me 'Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are 'til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove 'Cause suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin' I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running! “Stop stop stop stop stop! Sa-prize, niggaz”